School-Church-Shoebox

Yesterday was the first day of Preschool for Butterball. We were so brave. No one cried.

Here he is checking out the playground. If you look closely you can see the climbing gym is built to resemble our church, First Presbyterian. It even has a rooster weather vane on top just like the real steeple. Creative details. Gotta love it. (He's wearing a a name tag with his real name on it, I wrote Butterball underneath. I am not sure if he knows his real name)

Here he is in his classroom.
I said he didn't cry. I never said he wasn't worried.

This is the moment he saw me at the end of the day and took off running. I know, couldn't you just cry?
That's his teacher, Mrs. Maria, cheering him on in the background.

He had a ball and was so happy. I think he is trying to whistle here.


Being down at the church preschool got me thinking about churches converted into homes, so I decided to look some up. Most of them were not all that attractive. Who would have thought? I did find one I thought was interesting.

Quaint and charming I found this on Modern Prairie Girl.

It is from Cookie Magazine.

I think they did a pretty good job and I love that chandelier.
It pays to live in an old church when you have a light fixture the size of a Volkswagen.

The church bench is a nice touch.
I don't know if I could live in a converted church. I prefer quirky and cozy over cathedral ceilings and baptismal fonts. Plus, wouldn't the organ keep you awake?

P.S. What is going on over at the neighbors'?
Converted Nike shoebox? Different in a good way or just different??

Hope you have a great holiday weekend!